Troubles and toils
and rubbish and loyals:
bit by bit there's an echo.
It hounds us down even if we yell, "Let go!"
Irreplaceable and sweet
and a dove's soothing treat:
all that is left is silence beyond repair.
Children are left crying and that's not fair.
Fear and terror
and war forever.
"There's broken glass at my doorstep, sir."
"Nothing I can do about that, sir, the world's a cur."
Peace and love
and happiness abound and the white dove:
a fairytale, reality is broken, nowhere to go.
Just sweep the shards away for another day, no?
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
